No Don't Kill Urself Ur So Novels & Stories

he said in serious tone “Don’t pity on me” I said and rolled my eyes “Do you want to lost some of the weight?” he asked I looked at him brows furrowed “are you telling me to kill myself huh? Just like before?” “Hey I didn't told you to kill yourself, it's your own idea and besides I didn't suggested it's what you called reverse psychology it means that— Ah never mind” he sounded frustrated “I don’t like liars” I said “I don’t like people who are playing with my feelings” I added

-cut the previous conversation- - What? Why do you do that, don't run away, don't be a coward. - I'm not a coward, it doesn't make sense. - Just because it doesn't make sense to you, doesn't mean it doesn't make sense, it makes more than sense to me, but I consider that now that you ruined my body, my business and my life, I'm very happy, besides I still don't understand why we are alive, if we both hate each other.

Alora I wasn’t angry at being sedated, and in fact Killian had asked me. I was afraid that if he attempted to keep me restrained in the car I would lose my ever loving shit. Not that I haven’t already been losing my shit, as that’s kind of been the whole theme for a little while now. Ah, who the fuck am I kidding, I have been losing my shit my whole fucking life.

'Don't say a word. #

"I'm not going to die…so please don't kill yourself for me, okay? "I…I don't want to go. I don't want to leave you or Harvey."

It's one thing to believe you were stronger than your opponent—and let's face it, the gap between his strength and mine was huge—but what he did felt like pure mockery! Anger heated my blood, and my wrist moved in a fluid motion as I prepared to make a deep cut in his— “Shit.” My hand froze an inch away from his skin. I couldn't understand what was going on… but then Kylar's words returned and punched me in the face. “Mates cannot kill each other,” I murmured under my breath, and everything within me froze.

Love yourself! END.

"I’ve saved you the trouble of throwing me out. I’m leaving. For good." "You’re going nowhere!" Edward roared. Suddenly, his phone buzzed in his pocket—a sharp, insistent haptic rhythm. He went to silence it, but as his eyes fell on the screen, the color drained from his skin, replaced by a deathly, bruised purple. He stared at the screen for a long, agonizing beat before letting out a guttural, jagged laugh. He turned the phone around, thrusting it inches from my face. "So this is it," he sneered, his voice shaking with a volatile mix of wounded ego and hatred. "This is why you’ve suddenly found your spine. This is why you’re so 'brave' tonight."

Don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed Yeah, I don't wanna fall asleep I don't wanna pass away I been thinking of our future 'cause I'll never see those days I don't know why this has happened But I probably deserve it I tried to do my best But you know that I'm not perfect I been praying for forgiveness You've been praying for my health When I leave this earth

I wished it was just a nightmare and I would suddenly wake up. Damien, his eyes devoid of any human emotion, pointed the gun straight at Dad. "Seven days," he said, his voice a cold rasp. "If you don't have the money, you'll be next." Without another word, Damien turned and disappeared through the metal door. His chilling threat still echoed even after he had gone. Seven days was too short a time. It felt like a death sentence, a countdown to a future that filled me with dread. We were trapped, caught in the web of a ruthless man who killed people with just a casual flick of his finger.